TOO QUIET FOR QUIET PEOPLE Verse 1 I laugh too hard at funerals, talk too fast when I get scared. Leave my coffee getting colder while I stare holes through the air. I make homes out of disasters, call it “character” instead. Wear my heart out on my sleeve then act surprised when it gets read. Pre-Chorus I know I’m difficult, I know I’m strange. A hurricane apologizing for the rain. Chorus Maybe I’m too quiet for quiet people, too much ghost for a living room. Too many prayers with nowhere to go, too many secrets that nobody knows. Maybe I’m too broken, too soft, too sharp for my own good. Too honest to survive it. But if I’m too much— why am I still lonely when I’m the one who keeps locking the door? Verse 2 I learned how to be charming like a cigarette learns flame. Beautiful until it kills you, everybody gets the same. I know every exit strategy, every way to disappear. Funny how I spent a decade trying not to be here. Pre-Chorus I know I’m difficult, I know it’s true. The hardest person I’ve forgiven isn’t you. Chorus Maybe I’m too quiet for quiet people, too much ghost for a living room. Too many prayers with nowhere to go, too many secrets that nobody knows. Maybe I’m too broken, too soft, too sharp for my own good. Too honest to survive it. But if I’m too much— why am I still lonely when I’m the one who keeps locking the door? Bridge Maybe the problem wasn’t feeling. Maybe the problem was feeling it all. Every siren, every silence, every crack inside the wall. Maybe I was never “too much.” Maybe they were never taught how to hold something alive. Final Chorus Maybe I’m too quiet for quiet people, too much ghost for a living room. Too many prayers with nowhere to go, too many secrets that nobody knows. Maybe I’m too broken, too soft, too sharp for my own good. Too honest to survive it. But maybe I’m not too much. Maybe I’m just learning how to leave the door unlocked. Outro For someone. For myself. For the girl still standing on the other side.
